Loki is hungry for it as well, the feeling of someone touching her, of the feeling of warmth and kindness and comfort. Just having that even for a few precious moments is so good, so wonderful she is almost dizzy with it.

The feeling of Wanda's presence in her mind isn't heavy, it's not thick and crushing and troubling. Wanda feels much more like a light blanket thrown over her. It's a promise and a reminder and she clings a little tighter because this feels so much better than the normal stirrings in her mind.

"Thank you," she whispers. She's not entirely sure what she's thanking Wanda for but she wants her to know she's grateful. Loki would give her something if she could but she has nothing here. So, she does what she can, hoping it would be enough.

She shifts just a little, gently brushing her lips against Wanda's, whispering as she does so. "I'll be yours. For whatever you need, I can belong to you."

She has nothing else to give, so she offers herself.